open transmission: 03 [audio, open commentlog]
[The Arbiter roars, the call a challenge to these 'monsters' that threaten the very existence of-- well, they might eat a capybara.]
This is what you would have me fight?
['Sup, Vertiline. The Arbiter is stalking around, dual-wielding sword and torch. His capybara is reluctantly in tow, with a few vorpal bunny corpses strapped to its harness.
His armour boasts a generous splattering of blood and char marks, as he has been out fighting these things since the invasion began. He is not feeling at his Arbiteriest, but that is not stopping him.]
We must burn this plague out, not singe it with haphazard strokes. Those who are able, come form lines and push the creatures back!
[Not so different from the Flood, these things. The Arbiter knows well how to handle that threat.]
Mezzaline, Zhaneel; how do you fare?
This is what you would have me fight?
['Sup, Vertiline. The Arbiter is stalking around, dual-wielding sword and torch. His capybara is reluctantly in tow, with a few vorpal bunny corpses strapped to its harness.
His armour boasts a generous splattering of blood and char marks, as he has been out fighting these things since the invasion began. He is not feeling at his Arbiteriest, but that is not stopping him.]
We must burn this plague out, not singe it with haphazard strokes. Those who are able, come form lines and push the creatures back!
[Not so different from the Flood, these things. The Arbiter knows well how to handle that threat.]
Mezzaline, Zhaneel; how do you fare?